Short Stories

King George Washington

genre: historical fiction

"Mr. President?" Hamilton said hesitantly, walking into the office. "You asked to see me?"

    "I know you're busy, but I need your help." Washington twirled a quil around his fingers.

    "What do you need, sir?" Hamilton asked. When he received no answer, he asked again. "Sir?"

    "Alex, Thomas Jefferson resigned as secretary of state."

    "He did?" Hamilton smiled.

    "Yes, but that's not all." Washington set the pen in his hand down. "Have a seat."

    Alexander Hamilton sat in front of George Washington's desk, feeling giddy but nervous.

    "He's stepping down so he can run for president." Washington sighed heavily. "I need your help."

    "How may I assist you?" Hamilton was ready to do anything he could to destroy Jefferson.

    "I need you to draft an address. We need to ensure that Jefferson won't win."

    "Anything for you, sir." Hamilton was like a loyal puppy, ready to do anything his master asked.

    "Find anything you can on him that will ruin his reputation. I need to stay in power."

    As excited as Hamilton was, there was a part of him that was worried. Hadn't they just fought a war to rid America of power-hungry individuals? President George Washington was turning out to be just like King George Fredrick.

    But, Hamilton was ready to do anything to serve the man he looked up to the most. He never had a father that truly cared about him, and Washington was as close as he had ever gotten. He would do anything, even go against his own best judgment, to protect this relationship.

    And so, Hamilton went a huntin'. He dug deep into Jefferson's past. It took about two weeks, but he finally found some dirt on the man that he hated.

    When he got home, he dismissed his wife's calls to dinner and went straight to his study. He pulled out a piece of parchment and a quill and began to write.

    Approximately three days later, Hamilton finished the address. He sped to the President's office.

    "Mr. President," He said, out of breath. "I finished the assignment."

    "Excellent," Washington praised. "Let me see."

    The President's eyes widened as he read, and when he finished reading, he had a devilish smirk on his face.

    "This is perfect. Great job, Alex."

    Hamilton was happy as a kid on Christmas. He smiled brightly. "I'll begin to make copies."

    Two months later, Hamilton and a few other men had written enough copies of the original document to plaster around the newborn country.

    They sent out messengers to each of the thirteen states, each with several hundred copies.

    "Thank you, Alexander. I deeply appreciate your assistance with this issue." Washington placed a hand on Hamilton's shoulder.

    The only thought that Hamilton could think was should I have done this? What will come of this? Was this a mistake?